Suite Sister Mary
Queensrÿche Lyrics


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"Kill her. That's all you have to do"
"Kill Mary?"
"She's a risk, and get the priest as well"

Ten P.M., I feel the rain coming down
My face feels the wet, my mind the storm
Flashing lights as people race to find shelter from the pour
Moving silent, through the streets, they're mine, they're mine

Midnight, she sings praises in the Hall
To saintly faces hallowed be their names she can't recall
Sister Mary, virgin Mary, silent with her sin
("What are you doing out in the rain?")
She feels me, I can taste her breath when she speaks
("I've been waiting for you, come in")

Mary, Mary just a whore for the underground
(They made you pay in guilt for your salvation)
Thought you had them fooled? Now they've sent me for you
You know too much for your own good
Don't offer me faith, I've got all I need here
(My faith is growing, growing tight against the seam)
What we need is trust, to keep us both alive
Help us make it through the night

I've no more want of any faith
Binds my arm and feed my mind
The only peace I've ever known
I'll close my eyes and you shoot

No Mary, listen, you've got to pull your strength
(From my lips, I pray I feed you well)
Your precious cross is gone, it made me wait so long
For what you gave to everyone
The priest is cold and dead on his knees he fed
(From my barrel of death, he turned)
The Holy water red, as he died he said "thank you"
I just watched him bleed

I feel the flow, the blessed stain
Sweating hands like fire, and flames
Burn my thighs, spread in sacrificial right
The hallowed altar burns my flesh once more tonight

Mary, my lady of pain
Always alone
Blind you search for the truth
I see myself in you, parallel lives
Winding at light-speed through time

No time to rest yet
We've got to stop his game
(Before madness has the final laugh)
Too much bloodshed
We're being used and fed
Like rats in experiments
There's no final outcome here
Only pain and fear
(It's followed us both all our lives)
There's one thing left to see
Will it be him or me?
There's one more candle left to light

Don't turn your back on my disgrace
The blood of Christ can't heal my wounds, so deep
The sins of man are all I taste
Can't spit the memory from my mind
I can't cry anymore

Mary, my lady of pain, always alone
Blind you search for the truth




I see myself in you, parallel lives
Winding at light-speed through time, you're mine

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Queensrÿche's "Suite Sister Mary" tell a story of a hitman who is sent to kill a woman named Mary, who is seen as a risk by those who have hired him. As he approaches her, Mary is singing praises to the saints, but the hitman sees her as a "whore for the underground" and believes that she knows too much. As he contemplates killing her, Mary tells him that she sees herself in him and believes that they are living parallel lives. The hitman ultimately decides to kill the priest as well, and Mary's final fate is left ambiguous.


The lyrics are open to interpretation, but they seem to be exploring themes of faith, sin, and redemption. Mary is portrayed as a sinner who is seeking salvation, but the hitman sees her as beyond redemption. He is also shown to be struggling with his own faith, as he rejects the idea of offering him faith and instead seeks trust. The song's final lines suggest that there is no easy resolution to their story, and that they are both trapped in a cycle of pain and fear.


Line by Line Meaning

Kill her. That's all you have to do
Eliminate Sister Mary


Kill Mary?
Confirming that Sister Mary is the target


She's a risk, and get the priest as well
The singer wants the priest killed too because he knows too much


Ten P.M., I feel the rain coming down
The artist sets the mood of the night


My face feels the wet, my mind the storm
The artist is emotional and reflective of the situation


Flashing lights as people race to find shelter from the pour
The singer observes the city's reaction to the heavy rain


Moving silent, through the streets, they're mine, they're mine
The singer moves stealthily, feeling in control


Midnight, she sings praises in the Hall
Sister Mary is worshipping during the night


To saintly faces hallowed be their names she can't recall
Sister Mary is searching for those she's worshipping


Sister Mary, virgin Mary, silent with her sin
Mary is a nun who appears pure but has secrets


('What are you doing out in the rain?')
Mary greets the singer who is outside in the rain


She feels me, I can taste her breath when she speaks
The artist and Mary have a personal connection


('I've been waiting for you, come in')
Mary invites the singer inside


Mary, Mary just a whore for the underground
The singer is insulting Mary, calling her a prostitute


(They made you pay in guilt for your salvation)
Mary has been judged by her religion and punished for it


Thought you had them fooled? Now they've sent me for you
Mary has been found out and the artist has been sent to punish her


You know too much for your own good
The artist implies that Mary knows things she shouldn't


Don't offer me faith, I've got all I need here
The singer rejects religion and prefers violence


(My faith is growing, growing tight against the seam)
Mary is experiencing doubt and conflict with her faith


What we need is trust, to keep us both alive
The artist suggests that they need each other to survive


Help us make it through the night
The artist asks Mary to help with the task at hand


I've no more want of any faith
The artist has no use for religion or belief


Binds my arm and feed my mind
The singer feels controlled by their violent urges


The only peace I've ever known
Violence and killing bring the artist a sense of calm


I'll close my eyes and you shoot
The singer asks Mary to shoot them, possibly to end the violence


No Mary, listen, you've got to pull your strength
The singer encourages Mary to be strong


(From my lips, I pray I feed you well)
The singer wants Mary to take their advice


Your precious cross is gone, it made me wait so long
The artist has taken Mary's cross and resents waiting for her


For what you gave to everyone
The artist blames Mary for spreading her faith


The priest is cold and dead on his knees he fed
The priest is dead after being forced to kneel and pray


(From my barrel of death, he turned)
The priest was killed by the singer's gun


The Holy water red, as he died he said 'thank you'
The priest was grateful to be killed in the name of his religion


I just watched him bleed
The artist feels no emotion after killing the priest


I feel the flow, the blessed stain
The artist feels a sense of power and blessing from the violence


Sweating hands like fire, and flames
The singer is excited and heated by the violence


Burn my thighs, spread in sacrificial right
The artist's violent actions feel like a religious sacrifice


The hallowed altar burns my flesh once more tonight
The singer's violent acts feel like a religious ritual


Mary, my lady of pain
The singer sees Mary as a fellow victim of violence and pain


Always alone
Mary is emotionally isolated


Blind you search for the truth
Mary is trying to understand her faith and beliefs


I see myself in you, parallel lives
The artist relates to Mary's struggles and life experiences


Winding at light-speed through time, you're mine
The singer feels a strong connection to Mary


No time to rest yet
The violent situation is not over


We've got to stop his game
The artist wants to end the puppeteer's control


(Before madness has the final laugh)
The artist fears the consequences of their actions


Too much bloodshed
The artist acknowledges the violence


We're being used and fed
The singer feels like a pawn in a larger scheme


Like rats in experiments
The artist feels trapped and experimented on


There's no final outcome here
The singer feels uncertain about the future


Only pain and fear
The singer acknowledges the emotional impact of violence


(It's followed us both all our lives)
The singer and Mary have experienced violence for a long time


There's one thing left to see
The artist is focused on the final outcome


Will it be him or me?
The artist is questioning the outcome of the situation


There's one more candle left to light
The singer is metaphorically referring to one last thing to do


Don't turn your back on my disgrace
The singer's violent actions are shameful and deserving of condemnation


The blood of Christ can't heal my wounds, so deep
The artist is beyond redemption and forgiveness


The sins of man are all I taste
The artist is consumed by guilt and remorse


Can't spit the memory from my mind
The artist is haunted by their violent memories


I can't cry anymore
The singer is emotionally numb after the violence




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: CHRIS DEGARMO, TATE

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